Search This Blog

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The dogs were barking madly one day last week. I went out to see what it was. It was this fellow on the porch, buzzing frantically and having a particularly bad day.

I don't like killing anything. Not even snakes. They're just trying to get by like everybody else. If he'd been further down the drive I would've left him alone. But all the dogs were surrounding him and sooner or later, one would've gotten bitten. So I grabbed my dad and my camera and took a picture before said father dispatched him with a pistol filled with bird shot.

He was big. About four and a half feet. Ten rattles and a button, which we placed in the calling-card tray by the door with half a dozen others. We think it's welcoming. Don't you? Ha!

Unable to find a yardstick to measure him with, I settled on a cane. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's a cane rattler. Be careful out there in this warm weather.

By the way, those of you who follow this blog will notice it's changed in appearance. I was playing with templates today and lost my old template. I can't figure out how to get it back. I'll be working on trying to create something attractive and easy on the eyes. If you see something you particularly like, take a screenshot and let me know.

About Me

Shantybellum is a shanty shack in Natchez, MS with stories to tell.
We'll be talking about all the characters that make Natchez unique, both past and present.
You'll learn about the town myths, legends and scandals. We'll tell you where the skeletons are hidden as well as the ghosts.
We might even write a poem or two. Enjoy.